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upcoming logistics
Dec. 22nd, 2011 10:35 pmI'll be traveling for my grandfather's funeral from the 27th through the 31st, and quite possibly offline during that time as well.
(People who hadn't heard that: my grandfather died. It was a long decline and I seem to have done most of my grieving at earlier stages (when he was unable to do his art anymore, the first time I said what I thought was goodbye, when he was unable to hold a conversation anymore, the last time I said goodbye, when he wasn't going to be waking up again) so right now it's honestly more a matter of logistics than emotion, although I fully expect to lose it when they play Taps at the funeral, if not earlier.)
(Dear Yuletide Author: I *think* I'll be online and commenting on the 26th? If I can't quite juggle it and leave you dangling without a comment, I am very sorry and I hope you will think to check this journal and see this so at least you know what's going on.)
(This post is not actually pregnancy or baby-related, I just don't have a sad icon, and it seemed weird to have Agatha going "ha!" on this post.)
(I really want to get back to normal posting - holiday griping, fannish squeeing, etc - but it feels awkward since some people do know that my grandfather died and clearly I am supposed to be, you know, veiling the mirrors and Being Serious, and it feels sort of disrespectful to just be all la la business as usual. Except, in my head, it *is* still business as usual, so it also feels weird to be thinking "I could write about that once a suitable period of artificial silence has elapsed.")
(People who hadn't heard that: my grandfather died. It was a long decline and I seem to have done most of my grieving at earlier stages (when he was unable to do his art anymore, the first time I said what I thought was goodbye, when he was unable to hold a conversation anymore, the last time I said goodbye, when he wasn't going to be waking up again) so right now it's honestly more a matter of logistics than emotion, although I fully expect to lose it when they play Taps at the funeral, if not earlier.)
(Dear Yuletide Author: I *think* I'll be online and commenting on the 26th? If I can't quite juggle it and leave you dangling without a comment, I am very sorry and I hope you will think to check this journal and see this so at least you know what's going on.)
(This post is not actually pregnancy or baby-related, I just don't have a sad icon, and it seemed weird to have Agatha going "ha!" on this post.)
(I really want to get back to normal posting - holiday griping, fannish squeeing, etc - but it feels awkward since some people do know that my grandfather died and clearly I am supposed to be, you know, veiling the mirrors and Being Serious, and it feels sort of disrespectful to just be all la la business as usual. Except, in my head, it *is* still business as usual, so it also feels weird to be thinking "I could write about that once a suitable period of artificial silence has elapsed.")
